The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.
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THe HaRDee BoYs 13 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"I could've sworn it was them Bart. Honest!"
Disappointed, Bart was now blaming Rick for getting up not only his hopes, "Disappointed me again Rick!"
"But you had fun helping me rip Dave's ass apart?" Rick spoke of the dorm guy they paid a hundred bucks, together, to force both their hard shafts into.
"Yeah, but you've got me all horned up again and so far you haven't 'produced', Rick!" Bart condemned, growing tense.
Walking down one of the lanes of the parking lot, they pass a stationery, black van. Right past the driver's side they hear yelled out, "Hey, you two!"
"Oh shit, what d'you want Trexler?" Rick addresses the grounds maintenance personnel, one of many whom sought to make the college grounds beautified.
He hints rather profoundly as he slaps his hand on the side of the black van, window painted over, "I just thought... if you've got a minute?"
"I'll take care of this," Rick says.
But to his surprise, Bart catches him on the shoulder and holds him back as he says, "Nah. I got it!"
He watches from four feet away, as Bart talks with Sam Trexler, at first in wordy conversation. He didn't think Bart was going to go for it, working over a forty-something dude's ass when he could almost have a pick of the college litter. Rick's mind jogs loose when Sam laughs. Bart laughs, his hands going Sam's chest and feeling up his pecs. He drops them, Rick figuring this is it.
Walking up to Bart, Rick says, "Can we go now?"
Like more mere acquaintances, Bart tells him, "Like fuck off, Rick... Can't you see I'm busy?"
Sam too badgers him, "Yeah... fuck off, Rick!" Though, out of Sam's eye he gets a quick wink!
"No problem," Rick replies. He wasn't too strung out over this because he knew this is the way Bart could be when he wanted one guy all to himself. He also figured Bart being real horned up, to settle for a guy ten years older, rather then late teen to mid-twenties. Mumbling under his breath, of how he's been responsible or Bart finding some bottom-action at the college for the past two years, he's sudden lost for words seeing a patrol car parked in between yellow lines, Deputy Mark at the wheel. Walking up to the half open window he asks, "What tha fuck happened to you?" He noticed he was alone.
Very coolly, Mark replies, "Oh hi Ricky. I'm waiting for Dave to finish class."
Leaning into the now open window he asks suspiciously, "And what were you and Dave going to do?" And before Mark could answer, "Did you forget all about me?"
"Of course not. How could we forget about you Ricky?" Little did Ricky know, it either slipped their minds or had so much fun roleplaying, it didn't occur to them they were playing in the room of the person whom brought them together!
He tried the back door, "Well I'm coming!" It slipped out of his hand.
"Sure," Mark says, not unlocking the door, "if you want to split threeways on a motel room?"
"What's wrong with fucking you in the dorm room?"
"Uh," Mark is reluctant to explain, but divulges a few hints, "we wanted to do more than have sex."
Knowing what Mark was into, Rick says, "Oh come on! Can't we just have you suck us and fuck you without all that bdsm-shit?"
Strike two, Rick walked away from the police cruiser, an arm up in the air, proclaiming his middle finger.
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Sikandar knew there was something weighing heavy on the atmosphere above his head. Then, dropping his head backwards, his words were, "You're done with class already? I thought you had an hour and a half?"
His eyes followed Jason as his head swerved to his side and sat, him saying, "I made my psych professor mad at me, as well as probably the whole class," then remembering the one dude who wished him 'luck', "except maybe one dude," then digressing, "I wonder what his name was and if he was?" he returns to his original thought, "anyway, I'm probably going to flunk out of psych 101, unless I change to a different professor. Then again, when I registered, this was the only class open. I'm fucked!" With his arms to the library table, head down to his crossed arms, Jason sulked.
"Do you want to start at the beginning?"
Turning his head on his arms, Jason looks at Sikandar, saying, "I suppose, but if you get bored, you'll let me know?"
"I'm not going to get bored."
Telling his story quickly, Jason skimmed the surface, though did not leave out the onery dude who was so vocal in his opinion of how Jason should 'take a hike'.
"Want my opinion?"
Rotating his head on his arms, glued to the library table, Jason replies, "You think I should've gotten up and left at the beginning of the skirmish?"
Smiling, placing a hand on Jason's back, Sikandar says tenderly, "That would have been my opinion." And sensing more, asks, "And what else?"
Thinking on the confrontation with his professor, Jason replies, "I suppose I owe Professor Dapperson an apology?"
"Are you asking me or telling me, Jason?"
Deeply gazing into his eyes, Jason says, as he attempts to get up, "No time like the present I suppose, while it's fresh in my mind.
But he was restrained by Sikandar, pulled back into his chair, "And you had something else to tell me?"
It was really no big deal, Jason thought, until he discovers it was the real reason for the ticked off attitude, upon entering his psych class. "It's Dobie," he starts in, "I saw him rubbing suntan lotion into this Phillip-dude's back."
"And?"
"And he's supposed to be hooked up with Jared?"
Again, being tender at his approach, Sikandar asks, "Now think about it... what word would you use to describe Jared and Dobie's relationship? Partners? Boyfriends? Huh?"
"Partners, no way... Boyfriends, I suppose. I don't think Jared's into getting real serious," Jason replies after minor thought.
"There you have it, 'boyfriends', which in my estimation means they can be true to each other, yet feel free to meet with other guys."
"Hmm," Jason says, then asks Sikandar point blank, "then how would you look at us?"
Seeing where Jason is headed with this, Sikandar says, "Of course every relationship is not built on the same foundation. I would think we are boyfriends, but I would not compare 'us' to your brother and whomever he chooses to be his boyfriend. We haven't discussed our relationship much."
With a grownup response, Jason says, "When I got here I thought I would be fuckin' guys day and night, the way Jared talked, but now..." he smiled when he said this, "I really only feel like fuckin' one guy!"
Sikandar replies, "Oh? And who would that be?"
"Stoopid question!" Slapping his boyfriend on the arm, Jason replies, "C'mon. I could sure use some moral support when I go to apologize to Professor Dapperson."
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"Oh hell yeah!" Rick exclaimed, upon seeing his roommate walk across campus with his history professor. Liberal about things, he wasn't perturbed when Rick walks up behind them, him calling out, "Hey Sirvan, what's up?"
Right away Jared knew where Rick was headed with this, immediately replying for the professor, "Professor Tavakoli is picking up some of his stuff and then we're heading out for a bite to eat."
"Cool," Rick says brightly, "I'll join you!"
"Correction," Jared places his hand on Rick's chest, "you 'will not' be joining us!"
Not wanting to get caught up between the two, Sirvan excuses himself, "Why don't I go grab my stuff and leave you boys to your quibbling?"
After he departed, Rick says, "What tha fuck is this, Jare? We always share."
As has happened in the past, more often than few times, whenever Jared has had a guy over to the dorm, he would allow Rick to coerce him into joining in and vice versa, with Rick and his tricks. However now he puts his foot down, instead of having Rick walk all over him, "Not this time."
"Not this time, huh?" Rick gets edgy. "And all the times I brought guys back to room... Bart! How many times have I had Bart come up to our room, when he was ready to do some other guy?"
"I'm sure Bart paid you well."
"Yeah, well," Rick replies, humbling himself a little.
Jared knows, but he felt something different with his new professor, aquaintance. "I know how it's been in the past Rick, but this is different."
Rick mulled it over. They went back to their first day at college and he didn't want to be sore at Jared for the rest of their time incarcerated in the dorm. However, he felt he was also right in getting in on the action, so decides to put his foot down as well. "Well I think...."
"You think what?" Jared inquires. Then he looks over his shoulder, turning to see what made Rick stop mid-sentence. "What?" he grills Rick.
"Never mind," Rick replies.
And as he watches Rick walk off, across the grassy courtyard, he detects someone sneaking up behind him.
Before he can say it, his twenty-eight year old professor is saying, "I have everything I need, especially this!"
Sirvan, holding up his credit card, Jared says of it, "I have enough to pay my own way, Professor Tavakoli."
He let it go, but as soon as they cleared the green and set foot on pavement, Sirvan says, "Jared, you can call me Sirvan you know?"
"Yeah?" Jared replies as he goes for the handle of the professor's car.
Inside, the two parking their asses, Sirvan says of it, "You haven't taken any of my classes yet. You don't know how liberal I can be."
He was being serious as all hell, but Jared threw him a curve, "Oh, so it's fine for two guys to kiss up to each other while you're teaching?"
Looking over to Jared, the twenty-eight year old just smiled, turned the key and burned rubber as he sped out of the parking lot ten miles above the speed limit, Jared holding on for dear life.
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"Aren't you coming in?"
"No. I'll wait out here," Sikandar lingered in the outer office.
"But I thought you came along for moral support?" Jason replies, rubbing his palms together nervously.
"I will give you five minutes and then I'll come in, but I think it is good you try to solve this yourself?"
Weighing it out, rocking his head back and forth, Jason responds, "Yeah, okay. I guess you're right." Right or wrong, Jason stood before the door reading 'Dr. Martyn Dapperson' and raised his knuckles to the wood.
From not far away, Sikandar says, "He's not going to answer unless he knows you are there?"
"I know," Jason says, then without further procrastination pounds his knuckles against the door.
Right away he hears, "Come in!"
'Oh shit!' Jason thinks, 'he's in a foul mood!' With his hand almost on the knob, he engages, saying before he turns it, "Here goes nothing!" And so much for slow precision, him rushing it, entering, closing the door behind him, allowing the knob to turn in his hand, then a quick pirouette and saying, "Look, Professor Dapperson, I'm real sorry I.... I...." and he spoke what his eyes saw, "you don't have a shirt on!"
Sitting behind his big mahogany desk, it wasn't the only thing the thirty-nine year old professor didn't have on!
"Yes," he expressed with calm. Rising up out of his chair, he approaches the window behind his desk and peers out, three floors down. "I thought that was you and some fellow entering the building."
Suddenly Jason began to get a tingling sensation in his loins, looking at the rear view, especially Professor Dapperson's lily white ass. He was about to say, getting only half of his words out, "Yeah, it was me and..."
Professor Dapperson makes a 'U' and says, "So! What is your business here?"
Jason takes in the frontal assault, mainly the long cock in a bed of blond fur.
"You like what you see?" he walks around his desk. Then more cordial, "Where are my manners? Why don't you have a seat... it's Mr. Hardee, am I right?"
Frankly, Jason says, "I'm okay right here, professor."
"Dapperson," Dapperson says in a respectful manner. Apparently the professor's plan didn't work, which was to get Jason to sit, making his cock almost in his face. So 'plan B', he approaches Jason after taking refuge on the ledge of his desk, saying, "I suppose you are here to apologize for our little confrontation this afternoon?
As if a stalemate, Jason and the professor stood there with their arms crossed across their middles, one clothed, the other shirtless and pantless.
"I was... I mean I meant to, only..." resuming his harsh attitude, "so what tha fuck is this about, professor?"
"Dapperson," he again reminds.
"Whatever," Jason replies, which gets a raising of eyebrows, "but you didn't answer my question."
Seeing he's failed miserably, he turns, walks back to his desk and sits down.
Jason too checks his watch, calculating the time. He didn't check the time on the way in and five minutes must've lapsed, because in walks Sikandar, who is not at all shocked at the professor's lack of dress code.
"Just as I thought!"
"Oh, hello!"
Knowing something fishy is going on here, the professor's demeanor changing suddenly, from demonstratively showing off his authority, to sweet-as-pie, he asks after an interval of silence, "Somebody want to tell me what's going on?"
Sikandar asks Jason, "Did our professor here make a pass at you?"
Professor Dapperson asks as he points, "Do you two know each other?"
Putting him in the hot seat, Sikandar tells all, "My first year I was very intimidated by Professor Dapperson. It took awhile before my father unearthed the reason for my being so depressed. When I told him how Professor Dapperson tried to make me suck his cock," he stare point blank at the educator, "my father and Sam rushed right to the college to complain."
"But they didn't believe him?" Jason asks. Sikandar wondered what he meant, Jason rendering, "I mean, he's still sitting here, doing the same ol' shit?"
Smiling, Sikandar replies, "They didn't complain to the president of the college, but rather came right to the source."
A little nervous about things, Professor Dapperson says, "Hey look, I'm sure this is just a little misunderstanding and...."
Jason has already figured how Sikandar's father and partner rectified manners, so turns the screws a little himself, "Sure. No problem. I think we can clear all this up..."
Professor Dapperson sighs with a bit of relief.
"If you'll just get up," Jason unzips his pants, "face the desk and maybe I can even rectify things a little for my boyfriend here."
Trusting, Sikandar knows Jason wouldn't go all the way, so asks, "Professor Dapperson, have you ever been fucked by ten inches?"
Only time he's been fucked, was to save himself from getting chopped from the roster of college employees and slapped with a lawsuit. At the time he didn't think the penetration anything eye-opening, but visioned in his mind, ten inches of thick meat, he panics, "Hold off now. Maybe we can settle this a different way."
"I'm listening," Jason says, his hand inside his zipper, making it appear he's firming himself up. In reality, he didn't really need to do that!
"Normally, when a student needs extra help, there are tutors which can be hired. Usually they are other students. You need help for any subject, you come to me and I will make sure you are tutored free of charge?"
Thinking it kind of dumb, Jason made it sound like the greatest idea in the world, "Yeah, I think that's cool," he zipped up, his zipper making a loud noise, "it'll work for me. What do you think Sikandar?"
"It's up to you." He adds the threat, "If Professor Dapperson ever changes his mind... then you have the right to change yours!"
"Oh-h-h-I won't change my mind. I'm good for my word!" Dapperson says hurriedly and convincing.
Going without saying, Jason thought the Dutch professor to be kind of hot. Slim, fuzzy blond chest, he was a little disappointed, by principle, he wasn't going to get to fuck him. Same time, he was thinking of something to leave him which would be a bit humiliating. He came up with just the right thing. "Gentlemen's shake?" He held his hand out.
"Of course!" Dapperson replies with a fervor of relief, taking Jason's digits in his.
Pulling on the professor's hand, Jason cups his hand behind his head and gives him a smooch!
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"Careful now... not too much too soon, Rick. I got a tennis match tomorrow."
Rick was hardly listening as he had Edilson Coffee hunched over the towel table in the back of the gymnasium.
"Oh-h, oh-h, oh-h," Edilson moaned as Rick worked his cock in slowly.
Rick always used his favorite ploy, "Am I as good as the tennis balls?"
"Oh-so much better!" Edilson replies. Yet, he had his doubts after Rick had one day, at his request, fed a string of tennis balls, twined together, into his ass and then pulled them out, doing it over and over again. He experienced it only once with Rick, because Rick complained it loosened up his ass too much. Now he does it to himself. Not as good as force-fed into his ass by another guy, because to pull them out and jerk off it's too much of a chore. Plus, it's always fun with another!
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
`THe HaRDee BoYs' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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